sounds (Remove filter)
Invaded Identity
I am me
Who said this?
So is my body
An invaded custody
Occupied by her
Thoughts and memories
Two sided glossaries
Not a reflection is mine
That would determine
My own identity
Out of my sanctity
I may be a string
Of any cacophonous Sitar
Where she creates
On my wounds
Riot of sounds
Without bounds
Tuesday 2nd January 2018 6:37 am
Recent Comments
Tom Doolan on Blue
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Elected by Smoke: 133 Men Decide for over a Billion
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Blue
12 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Spectator
12 hours ago
Telboy on Spectator
14 hours ago
Reggie's Ghost on Spectator
14 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Blue
14 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Eight Decades On
15 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Blue
15 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Haiku don Bhliain 2025 [Uimhir a cúig déag 15 on Victory (over what?) Day]
15 hours ago